we finally talked. after 3 months of short glances and crooked smiles, we talked. you told me that you've always wondered what my name was, what i sounded like, and why i always looked at you. i don't really why i did always look at you, maybe because you're adorable? i'm not really sure, but i asked you the same thing. why did you always look at me? you didn't answer, you just shrugged.
i made up so many stories about you in my head, you're different and that's okay. we talked and we instantly knew it was just a small crush.we didn't have a lot of things in common, i walked off a bit disappointed you weren't the guy i thought you'd be. I can't just force you to be the guy in my head, you're you and i'm me. you did give me your number so we could keep it touch but for now i'll just smile at you from my seat, church boy.
